Sue Storm Blacks Out

Consciousness came back. With it came sensation. Warmth. Pain. An appalling taste in her mouth, familiar yet nasty. Naked, bare skin cold except where she was curled up against something warm and solid, like a giant pillow. Unfamiliar aches in her breasts, her hips, her crotch. Something wet and sticky on her thighs. Inside, too. Sue Storm frowned as she remembered the feeling when she and Reed had been trying to make a baby. That little bit of himself, too deep inside to reach. Except this felt different, somehow.

Sue Storm opened her eyes to the darkness. She took a moment or three to let her eyes adjust.

At first, all she could see of the mass she slept next to was the massive bulk of it. Then she became aware of its pulse. The gentle sound of its breathing. Horror should have recoiled through her then, as her last memory of last night flooded Sue Storm's brain. As her eyes adjusted, she became aware of the mound of the stomach, the outline of the porcine head, the great girthy arm that was wrapped around her and cupped her ass, so that Sue Storm was squeezed against the body, her head on his shoulder.

Slowly, gently, like a kid with their hand stuck in a cookie jar, Sue began to extricate herself.

She had no memory after Porkum had shoved her face into his cock. The fumes had overwhelmed her—hadn't they?

Or was it like being blackout drunk? The naked heroine asked herself as she eased herself out from the sleeping villain's grasp. Her wounded leg screamed as her, and something sticky dripped down her thighs. Did I pass out, or do I just not remember what I did? Did he **** me, or...or did I fuck him?

The thought did not strike Sue with the revulsion that Sue thought it should have. Her body, she knew, must reek with his scent, they had lain so close together for hours. By the dim lights of electronics, she realized they were no longer in the Mallomars factory, but back in the sty of Porkum's living quarters at the former pork processing plant. She looked around for the tell-tale glow of the defraudium crystal, but the radioactive crystal was nowhere in sight.

Experimentally, Sue created an invisible platform. No pain spiked through her head. She stepped onto it, above the litter of detritus. Dimly, she could make out the door to the bathroom, and the door that led to the kitchen-area and escape. Her costume, if it was hear, was indiscernable from the general mess on the floor.

From the platform, Sue Storm looked down at Porkum. Asleep, he looked almost innocent. She couldn't see those small dark eyes. Only the bulk of his body, in a kind of nest of bedding, and...

Porkum's cock rose into the air like a snake. Sue Storm shuddered at the dark tower of morning wood, fascinated and less repulsed than she knew she should be. A part of her thought that was the effect of such long exposure to Porkum's pheromones. She questioned her own judgment and feelings, even as she stood there in the dark, not sure where to go or what to do. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of the erect cock, and caught and refracted the tiny lights that gave texture to the darkness.

Sue Storm shook with sudden **** as her left leg twinged and her aching pussy squeezed tight. Something thick and sticky dripped down from her pussy. The Invisible Woman didn't know what exactly she had or hadn't done last night—but she knew she needed to do something now.